<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers <br>Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, <br>The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers. <br>Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's one spoilt spring to scant our mortal lot, <br>One season ruined of your little store. <br>May will be fine next year as like as not: <br>But ay, but then we shall be twenty-four. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We for a certainty are not the first <br>Have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled <br>Their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed <br>Whatever brute and blackguard made the world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is in truth iniquity on high <br>To cheat our sentenced souls of aught they crave, <br>And mar the merriment as you and I <br>Fare on our long fool's-errand to the grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Iniquity it is; but pass the can. <br>My lad, no pair of kings our mothers bore; <br>Our only portion is the estate of man: <br>We want the moon, but we shall get no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If here to-day the cloud of thunder lours <br>To-morrow it will hie on far behests; <br>The flesh will grieve on other bones than ours <br>Soon, and the soul will mourn in other breasts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The troubles of our proud and angry dust <br>Are from eternity, and shall not fail. <br>Bear them we can, and if we can we must. <br>Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Edward+Housman">Alfred Edward Housman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341572" data-title="The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux de Alfred Edward Housman" data-description="The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers. Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May. There's one spoilt spring to scant our mortal lot, O..."></div> </div> </div>

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